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ZEPHYR JAMES WALLACE
Full Name: zephyr james wallace
Nicknames: ze, zeze, zephie (ze-fie)
Nicknames: ze, zeze, zephie (ze-fie)
Age: nineteen
Birthdate: december 13th 1994
Birthdate: december 13th 1994
Gender: male
Sexuality: pansexual
Occupation: university student
Occupation: university student
Borough: Westminster
Description: Glancing at the mirror, the first thing that pop into my mind: I'm my father's son. Its obvious, especially seeing us next to each other, that I inherit most, if not all, my looks from him; from the shallow dimples from when I smile to the shape of my nose and strong jaw, my thick eyebrows and long dark hair, and the way I hold myself, too. While my hair is more curls and harder to manage than my father's, give me some hair gel, I could pass as his twin. Well, his shorter, muchmuchmuch younger twin but you catch my drift, right? My eyes are the only thing I don't share with my pops, but with my mum. Gray-blue eyes. Just like hers, but the blue isn't as clear; most times, my my mom compares them to a stormy bay- some days, the blue can be as clear as the sky while other, frankly most days, they're cloudy and not as expressive. I have decent height, standing around 177 cms or for you Americans, 5ft 10 ins; not the tallest around but certainly won't be dwarf that easily by people... beside my father. I'm not a body builder, and my muscles leaves a lot to desire for, but I at least make sure to keep trim and not tipping the scales. Beside the scars of being a kid- yknow, when you mess around too much in the rose bushes, accidentally cut yourself with a knife, having a sister- I don't have any nasty blemishes. Though my Nana calls my (attempt at growing) beard as something horrible and need to shave it off, asap.
Frankly, I love casual wear- a nice pair of worn jeans, a color hoodie with some kind of shirt underneath are my going out clothes, and a nice, button-up shirt with, you guessed it, jeans. Only times I never really wear jeans are either school or to some formal place- my mum and Nana want me to look respectable but those sweater vests and dress pants aren't as comfortable. I wear running shoes, Jordans and Nike brands usually, but along with the dress clothes are nice, black shoes that were polished to the point of me seeing my reflection in them.... and they ain't that comfortable in either.
Play-by: maxi iglesias
Personality: There was a time when I could be candid with my feelings, and when I was younger, I was always called one of the more expressive children. I was a open book, emotional and never thought of holding back your feelings was something I should work on; even today, nearing my twentieth birthday, I can say honestly that I still am. I also like to think of myself being an empathetic person, and always been a listener, a shoulder to lean on, for my friend's and family. There was a time, not too long ago, I wanted to be a therapist (later, changed that thought to a psychologist), but by the path I'm being push, I don't think I'm heading that way.
Though years of my father and Nana trying whip me up into the perfect spokeperson, and yes, I came a long way from shying away from crowds, I'll probably forever be wary of addressing large groups of people. But with close friends, I think I can be comfortable with myself. While my phonebook might scroll upon scroll with numbers, I can say I honestly have 3 solid friends. One of which have a crush on and the other being an ex of mines. Funny isn't it? Yeah... sort of think of it as weird but really, I couldn't live without them. After my breakup with my long-term girlfriend and old friend, I been... well, scared of trying it out with my other friend. Mostly because he's a guy and... well, being a slightly religious person and the way my grandma and pops pounded in my head about the 'evils' of homosexuality, I haven't really attempt. But deep down, I know... a part of me doesn't really care for the gender- just that I have a really bad want for him.
I'm not the leader type, nor do I want to be, and I think of myself, at least nowdays, being shaped more by other people's opinions than my own. Which can be a bad thing, but going into a field where the public's opinion is everything, then its understandable?
I have a bit of a nasty temper, though not easy to draw out, especially in arguments- I'm a passive aggressive, most times, and more often than not, make jabs at person, instigating a fight without really making it outright. And can sometimes be stubborn about apologies, especially when I think I'm in the right. I hate this about myself, but I'm drawn to gossip and sometimes share myself- its like second nature at this point, and one of the main things that I use as ammo against people. Eheheh.
Likes: dogs; bruno mars; french vanilla ice cream; chocolate & candies; jazz & jazz music; video games; zombie fandom (walking dead, left 4 dead, etc); acoustic music; fruit smelling things
Dislikes: cats; chocolate ice cream & cake; hangovers & morning afters; break ups; jump scares; taking the bus after 11 pm (creepy shit goes on during that hour); exams, hw, debate team & stressing over them; the reason to why he's going to uni; his father, to a tiny percent; and drugs
Strengths: being in charismatic career, I think my words are my best asset; I have a sense of right and wrong; but not afraid to use sneaky tactics if I must; switching facades fairly easily now; empathetic person
Weaknesses: too empathetic of a person; I'm a penny pincher; sometimes my emotions rides my decisions; totally socially dependent; whatever my Nana says, I do
Fears: 1) growing up & screwing my life such as my dad || 2) screwing up my happiness & never completing my goals
Secrets: My father puts a lot of stress and pressure on me to achieve, but... people don't know what extent; he grew up in an old fashioned household, and I know he's what he thinks is best. He didn't hesitate to lift a hand to my face, use the belt, send me bed without a meal, if I did something unworthy in his eyes. I don't make a big show of it, nor complain; and in a way, effective way to stop me from doing things that would land me into a nasty situation.
Ambitions: a goal for me is to travel the world- hear, taste, see the different cultures out there and enjoy myself; to finish university with good grades and move on to law school, hopefully then, kickstart my political career.
Habits & Quirks: when I sleep, I tend to snore; use people as personal pillows in sleep as well; actually know how to cook spagetti... that's about it; I have a night cappie my mum gotten for me, of a mudkip- its maybe one of my precious things and still sleep it (though it went through many accommodations to help fit my head); I hum and tap my fingers when I'm nervous or giddy; I cry way more easier than you think.
Birth Place: United Kingdoms, England, London
Family:
James Maximilian Calvo Wallace - 53 - Father - lawyer/ex politician
"Nana" Maria Wallace - 68 - Grandmother - runs family's finance/nothing
David Asher Wallace - DECEASED - Grandfather - ex successful politician
Natalie Wallace - 41 - Mother - house-wife
Seamus David Asher Wallace - 4 - Little Brother - Preschooler
"Ashe" Ashley Andorra Wallace - 28 - Half-sister - medical school student
Estelle Wallace - DECEASED - Step-Mother/First wife of his father - UNKNOWN
Significant Others: Any other significant people in your life?
Thomas Carnell - 24 - Good Friend - Studying to be surgeon/sexually harrasser of females @ uni
Naya Summers - 19 - Ex/best friend - thriving for a physical therapist
Micheal Samson - 22 - Best Friend/...maybe lust after - in the politics bns-sns
Pets: Captain Scot, the scottish terrier- unoriginal, I know. He's actually a pup, gotten him from a good friend's of his Nana. He's tiny little fellow, and often carried around or placed in someone's lap. His father dislikes it, but Nana and Mum loves the hyper little pup.
History: Born December 13th, 1994- there was nothing exciting about my birth, being my mother's first and my father's second child. It was snowing on the day I popped out, but the worse of the day was the biting wind that day rather than the chilling snow; I would like to think that was part of the reason to why I was named what I am named, but no- my parents weren't that creative. I was named after the youngest uncle on my mother's side, who was studying in the Americas during that time. My mother married my father, not because of Love, but a way to save face? I think they eventually loved each other, because now when I stumble into the house after getting of class early, I see them curl up next to each other as Mum reads a book and Pops checking the world news- something I never see when I was young. And when I meant save face, I mean the mistake baby my sister was; her mom, a lady who had the prettiest brown eyes I ever seen and a charming smile, I can see how my dad loved her once upon a time ago. But she long since dead, and my sister- while my Nana wanted to send her to family in Netherlands, my dad argue to stay- been bitter about it ever since. Originally, it been only her and pops- but when Grandpa died, Nana decided to move in with her son, and soon after that, introduce my mum to my dad. She hated me, my mum and my Nana, and to tell the truth, I'm not that fond of her either. My Nana says Ashley and her... well, I'm respectful of the dead, so I won't say what she called her, were the reason that my father's career as a politician went down hill. One article about this scandalous relationship, and... well he was screwed- luckily he had law to fall back on, so he didn't become dirt poor. But he did become a bit obsessive with rebuilding his image.
So the kiddie years, there wasn't much going during those times to note. Just basic, childhood things- had a bike, climbed trees, play video games, and always played with a close, tight-knit group of friends; went through those phases and grew up over overall happy. But then I turned fourteen, and secondary school started, my father's ideals for came into play; though it wasn't like the pressure wasn't there to begin with, just became more obvious. He wanted to redo the samesake of our family through me. If had a backbone when it came to my father, of course this wouldn't roll well. But I don't. So it was good grades were expected of me, to get a scholarship, study law and politics, become a bigshot and marry a pretty wife. In the sophomore year, my baby brother Seamus was born, my sister moved out and well... everything was sailing its coarse. I graduated, though falling short of becoming top of my class, gotten a scholarship, and enter university on the following fall. Broke up with my girlfriend I had since Grade 8, but wasn't nothing nasty. Sort of eased its way into friendship, and funny to say, nobody was surprised. Currently I'm in my second year, and... well, just hoping that this year would stay on its easy coarse.
OOC Name: madhattress
How long have you been RP'ing for?: I been rping for more than a year and a half-ish <3
Timezone: eastern timezone (USA); UTC -4; GMT -5
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